raging with each heartbeat

raging with each heartbeat

 

 

tantrums 

of ripping out pages of my life

lighter fluid splattered

on the days to forget

the burning memories 

charcoal briquettes 

engaged in battle

the flames rise higher 

than my aptitude

 

for reasoning love 

and spelunking the darkest 

intimacy

 

that caused me to disdain the moon

see the reflection on the pond's glass night

 

and finally understand 

why the tips of the blaze

color themselves blue,

 

smile, while

counting the pages

with me.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/19/2021

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob… I actually went Spelunking in natural Caves in West Virginia at age 19 with a group of experienced Adventurers… our Guide who taught Biology at College took us to his family land in WVa and we stayed in a Cabin. We let ourselves down on Ropes into a Tunnel. We finally reached a natural Lake where Bats flew above. I never shared this story with my Son Robert… although when he was 19 yrs old he was friends with a family that had a Cabin in another part of WVa… and they went Spelunking and swam underwater to another Cave. They knew their way out. Since I was born bear the Coal mines in WVa… it is Mysterious that my Son would repeat my Adventure. I was raised I. Maryland and I raised my Son in Virginia and my daughter as well … we are still in Virginia. Spelunking is a lost Art… but it has helped me to have a much broader understanding of the World in general. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Twilight Zone, Pat.
both with the same experience, one not too many get to have.

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, so true Jacob… I do much prefer my adventures in 1959 when my friend from Takoma Academy in Maryland and myself flew across the USA to Pacific Union College in Angwin, California, 50 miles North of San Francisco where we were Freshmen for the Year. She had grown up in Fresno and her Father was a Preacher and spent four years in Maryland. Caroline wanted to go to College not far from where she grew up in Fresno, Calif. That year I learned to Snow Ski at Squaw Valley close to the College. I also had a full curriculum of pre-nursing classes. That experience of Snow Skiing broadened my horizons. When I returned to the East Coast… I Snow Ski’d in Pennsylvania at a beautiful Resort and snow ski’d on Trails through the Woods on the Mountainside. It certainly prepared me for Poetry in my later years after raising a Son and daughter who are also Adventurers in the USA. My granddaughter Madeline is now part of Softball Tournaments. My grandson Ethan will live with us this August for the Winter and attend a College by the Rappahannock River in Fredericksburg, Virginia. Roger will be an example of the benefits of being well educated. The future is unpredictable however; Prayers will be essential. truly, Pat

[olla]

your poetry is always a pleasure to read.. I rarely leave with out a smile of some kind.. I see I missed your birthday..I am sorry.. seems I have been missing a lot of things lately.. but my happy birthday wish is no less heartfelt for the delay in delivery.. may you have as many more as you desire..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for the wishes, and your kind words on the poem, olla,
j.

[Seriana]

Wow, very powerful here. Love this line especially, "spelunking the darkest intimacy"

I can feel the frustration and release, emotions of each on the pages of a heart. Nice!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Seriana,
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Another amazing work from a prolific artist. You inspire me with your words, Jacob. Each poem reflects the care, love, and thoughtfulness you put into your art. And it is a joy to read them. Thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Carlos,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the complete poem. I felt the energy and the drive in the words. The statements are honest and true. Jacob, you bled emotions to paper. Us, who love to write. We will remember the blessings of love. Even the painful ones, hurt less. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[John the Baptist]

Spilt milk is never more than that. The imagery here is great, but the spirit transmitted is that of futility. "If only" are the two saddest words in the English language.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I know, I have to improve the spirit...damn those "what if's"---
Thank you, John.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love how you burst onto the page and rage moves us to the fire. Then a small change of heart occurs as the writer sees the blue tips of the flame. So subtle and effective.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Cherrie,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

"the tips of the blaze color themselves blue" is
indeed a symbol of melancholy muse. Some lives are filled with
unfulfilled dreams... and poets become a legend for all time
to color our lives in bouquets of love. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Pat,
j.

[Paul Bell]

Dear Diary, why the hell did you let me write those intimate words knowing at a later date they would come back to bite me on the a*s. Dear diary, I have this burning ambition, would you like to be part of it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think the diary would say yes.

thank you, Paul,
j.

[lightsong]

aging and lost love... painful raging memories turning the heart into flames of yearning and blue, still it's the inspiration of words. powerful intense poem my friend, felt strongly in the heart.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, lightsong.